Thursday, May 14, 2015

My Favorite What If Excerpt

Smitty

Maybe it’s the atmosphere or maybe it’s my hormones, more than likely it’s the alcohol, but without thinking twice, I march over to Sloan. She doesn’t even see me coming as she’s still dancing with her eyes closed. My hands reach out and grasp the soft, cotton material of her dress. Her eyes open and her mouth drops in surprise. I don’t give her a chance to talk. Not losing my nerve this time, I lean forward and press my lips against hers as my hands grip her hips. Immediately, Sloan kisses me back, her lips parting and inviting my tongue in. Her hands slip around my neck and I pull her as close to me as I can. My left hand goes to her long, honey hair, pulling on it and wanting more than just this moment.

Sloan

Tilting my head to the side, I let Smitty kiss me deeper and my stomach burns with desire. It’s been awhile since I’ve been kissed and even longer since someone kissed me like this. I’ll forgive him for not doing this earlier since this kiss is surely much more passionate than the liplock we would’ve shared on the shuttle bus.


The band starts to play again and my hips start moving back and forth. Judging from the reaction in his pants and the alcohol on his breath, it’s probably not a good idea. Reluctantly, I pull my head away from him and grin. “Have a good night, Smitty.”

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